Matching Kate's fierceness, Clint licked through her mouth, his abs clenching again at the light touch of Kate's fingers along his waistband.
As much as Clint was fine with where they went right now, he was pretty much adamant to himself at least that Kate could control the pace. And if they were going further than some necking and groping, he really didn't want to do it on the sofa where he was likely to do something stupid like break his fucking back.
Smoothing his hands down her waist again, squeezing lightly at her hips, Clint pulled back just an inch to catch his breath before speaking, voice low and tight from arousal. "You sure?" It wasn't going to be a long drawn out conversation about feelings, or if it was a good idea, or even if they should mix sex with their friendship right now. He just wanted to know if she was sure about going there right now.
The rest of it, well, Clint wasn't great at making good choices either.